Challenging the Dojo

But the Mountain Breaking Spear Technique was different from fist and foot techniques; it was an external weapon skill that required long-term integration between the user and the weapon to cultivate "spear sense."

Although Wang Yuan had the foundation of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone and extraordinary comprehension, his progress still seemed slow after several days of arduous practice.

Those exquisite force-exertion techniques, timing, and power conversion were by no means fully graspable by simply practicing in the air.

"Building a cart behind closed doors will ultimately lead to little achievement."

Wang Yuan put away his white wax wood spear, his brow furrowed.

He clearly felt that he had reached a bottleneck.

Relying solely on personal hard training, the speed of improving his spear technique was far from his expectations.

He remembered his master Zheng Shan's words—spear techniques valued practical combat more.

"I must have an opponent! Only in real combat can I become familiar with the spear's nature faster and comprehend the true meaning of the spear technique!"

A thought took shape in his mind.

Outside Gaoye City, there were many martial halls. Besides Panshi Fist Academy, there were others like "Flowing Cloud Martial Hall" and "Mountain Severing Sect," each specializing in different weapons.

Among them, there was a "Flowing Cloud Martial Hall" renowned for its spear techniques. It was said that its master's "Flowing Cloud Spear Technique" was performed with divine skill, swift as the wind.

"I'll go to Flowing Cloud Martial Hall!"

Wang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he made a decision in an instant.

He would use sparring as an excuse to engage with opponents skilled in spear techniques, which was undoubtedly the fastest way to improve his own spear skills.

He didn't act rashly but first found his Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long to explain his idea.

Upon hearing this, Shi Long's ox-like eyes widened.

He forcefully patted Wang Yuan's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand and laughed heartily:

"Good lad! You've got guts!"

"I knew practicing in seclusion would be boring, wanting to challenge the halls... ah, no, to spar?"

"No problem! Senior Brother will accompany you."

"It's a good chance to see what you've accomplished with that wooden spear these past few days!"

With Shi Long, a master of the Third Blood Change, accompanying him, Wang Yuan felt more assured.

The two made some preparations and headed directly towards the direction of Flowing Cloud Martial Hall.

Flowing Cloud Martial Hall was located on the other side of the South District. Although its facade was not as grand as Panshi Fist Academy's, it was still quite orderly.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside Flowing Cloud Martial Hall was lively.

Beside the training ground.

A young man in white, with a handsome face, holding a white wax wood spear, was performing beautiful spear flowers, drawing cheers from the surrounding disciples.

He was one of the most outstanding disciples of Flowing Cloud Martial Hall in recent years, Li Liang.

At only nineteen years old, he had already brought the Flowing Cloud Spear Technique to Minor Accomplishment, and his martial arts cultivation had reached First Blood Change Perfection.

He was even only one step away from the Second Blood Change, hailed as the martial hall's "spear prodigy."

"Senior Brother Li is so amazing! This Flowing Cloud Spear is performed with divine skill!"

A pretty junior sister with adoring eyes clapped and praised.

She was the master's daughter, named Zhao Ling'er.

Li Liang felt pleased, a confident smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he danced his spear more elegantly and gracefully.

But just then, a commotion arose from the entrance of the martial hall.

Two uninvited guests walked in.

The one in the lead was eight feet tall, with bulging muscles, like an iron tower—it was Shi Long of Panshi Fist Academy.

Behind him was a sturdy young man with skin tanned to a bronze hue from years of outdoor training, whose face could only be described as regular—Wang Yuan.

Their arrival instantly drew everyone's attention, and the lively training atmosphere came to a halt.

Shi Long cupped his fists casually, his voice booming like a bell: "Everyone at Flowing Cloud Martial Hall, I am Shi Long of Panshi Fist Academy, and this is my junior disciple brother, Wang Yuan."

"We heard your hall's spear techniques are superb. My junior disciple brother has only been learning the spear for a few days and is itching for a fight. We've come to ask for some pointers and exchange skills!"

"Since esteemed disciples from Panshi Fist Academy have come to spar, how could our Flowing Cloud Martial Hall refuse them? Please come in."

A middle-aged man in a blue martial arts uniform with a sharp face walked out. He was Zhao Chuan, a spear technique instructor at Flowing Cloud Martial Hall.

His gaze swept over Shi Long, pausing for a moment, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He then fell upon Wang Yuan, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"I am Zhao Chuan, an instructor at Flowing Cloud Martial Hall."

"May I ask, young brother, how do you wish to spar?" Zhao Chuan asked Wang Yuan, his tone gentle.

Wang Yuan stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Instructor Zhao, I am Wang Yuan. I am a beginner in spear techniques, learning the Mountain Breaking Spear Technique passed down by my master."

"I have taken the liberty of coming here today, merely hoping to find a few senior brothers skilled in spear techniques to spar with and exchange knowledge, stopping when the point is made."

His tone was sincere, and his attitude neither arrogant nor impatient, which dispelled some of Zhao Chuan's initial displeasure.

"So that's how it is."

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Zhao Chuan nodded.

"Since it's an exchange of skills, our martial hall naturally welcomes it."

"Spar?"

Li Liang frowned, his gaze falling on Wang Yuan.

Seeing his dark skin, ordinary appearance, and the training uniform of Panshi Fist Academy he wore, Li Liang couldn't help but feel a hint of disdain.

Panshi Fist Academy?

Isn't that a place for practicing fists?

And he's come to Flowing Cloud Martial Hall, famous for its spear techniques, to spar with spears?

What a joke!

Zhao Ling'er also pouted and whispered to Li Liang:

"Senior Brother, look at him, so dark and swarthy. He looks like he only knows how to train with brute force."

"Someone from Panshi Fist Academy coming to spar spear techniques is clearly looking for trouble."

"Senior Brother, you must teach him a good lesson later and let him know how powerful our Flowing Cloud Spear Technique is!"

Hearing this, Li Liang's arrogance grew, and his gaze towards Wang Yuan took on a challenging edge.

Instructor Zhao Chuan also felt a bit displeased, thinking that Panshi Fist Academy's actions were somewhat arrogant.

He was contemplating which disciple to send forward, one who could uphold the martial hall's reputation without letting the opponent lose too miserably.

At this moment, Li Liang took a step forward and cupped his fists towards Zhao Chuan:

"Instructor, this disciple is willing to spar with this Junior Brother Wang and learn the profound techniques of Panshi Fist Academy!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "profound techniques."

Zhao Chuan looked at the confident Li Liang.

Then he looked at Wang Yuan, whose aura was steady but who was clearly younger.

He thought that Li Liang's spear technique was at Minor Accomplishment, and his cultivation was close to Second Blood Change. Dealing with a disciple from Panshi Fist Academy who had only learned spear techniques for a few days should be more than enough.

This was a good opportunity to curb Panshi Fist Academy's arrogance and also allow Li Liang to gain some practical combat experience.

"Good! You will be the one to fight."

Zhao Chuan nodded in agreement, then turned to Shi Long, changing the subject with a hint of shrewdness:

"Brother Shi Long, since it's a spar, coming empty-handed would be rather dull."

"How about we add some stakes?"

"If our Flowing Cloud Martial Hall loses, I, Zhao, am willing to offer a treasured 'Crimson Blood Ginseng,' which is very beneficial for Martial Artists in the Blood Change realm."

"If your junior brother loses..."

Upon hearing this, Shi Long's expression became somewhat strange.

He looked at Li Liang, who was eager to try in the arena, and then at Wang Yuan, who was calmly standing there. He knew exactly what was going on.

Although his junior brother's spear technique was still nascent, his monstrous strength and Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone physique...

A mere First Blood Change Perfection wouldn't be enough to contend with.

This bet was practically giving it away!

He showed a look of difficulty on his face.

But in Zhao Chuan's eyes, it looked like he was feeling guilty.

Zhao Chuan secretly rejoiced, thinking that Shi Long was overestimating himself and was about to suffer a loss.

"What? Brother Shi Long, are you afraid?"

Zhao Chuan provoked him intentionally.

Shi Long sighed "helplessly" and said in a deep voice, "Alright! Since Instructor Zhao has such a refined taste, I'll take the bet."

"If my junior brother loses, I will offer a bottle of 'Bone Quenching Paste'!"

Bone Quenching Paste!

This was also a valuable cultivation resource.

Zhao Chuan's eyes lit up with joy, feeling that victory was within his grasp.

The Flowing Cloud Martial Hall disciples around them saw this and began to discuss, most of them favoring Li Liang.

"Senior Brother Li will definitely win!"

"Let the people from Panshi Fist Academy see what true spear technique is!"

"That dark kid doesn't look like he can do it. Senior Brother Li will finish him in three moves!"

Under the gaze and cheers of the crowd, Li Liang and Wang Yuan each held their spears and walked to the center of the training ground.

Li Liang flicked his wrist, and his white ash wood spear drew a beautiful flourish, his posture elegant, drawing another round of cheers from Zhao Ling'er and the others.

He looked at Wang Yuan, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt:

"Junior Brother Wang, please! Senior Brother will go easy on you."

Wang Yuan simply gripped his long spear calmly, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior Brother Li, please guide me."

The atmosphere instantly became tense!

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